I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
Art is a shadow of Divine perfection.
No one has mastery, Before he is at the end, Of his art and his life.
It is well with me only when I have a chisel in my hand.
The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.
The best of artists has no conception that the marble alone does not contain within itself.